Nexus. The Black Dog bar. Taken by surprise.
Blackout rumbled amusement as she watched three little Minicons chase each other around on the bar in front of her, then gently poked Pink in the back and watched the giddy little femme squeak and launch into the air with a giggle. Beamrider hesitated, but Toyrt-Mow quickly zoomed after his squad sister and the two tiny jets were soon screaming around Blackout's head in a dizzy chase that ended with both wee mechs diving into the nearest bowl of energon pellets.
Their commander snorted laughter, then hefted her cube of blue high grade and knocked it back as though it were sparklet mix. "Don't eat too many of those. You seem to be sufficiently charged."
Toyrt-Mow beeped a zealous, 'Hail, Blackout!', and she facepalmed and then turned and looked to her right as Mouse rumbled curiously behind her.
A red visor looked back from a small black mech with green accents, and Blackout perked with interest.
"What do you want?" she asked, her deep alto amiable enough.
The little mech's head lowered slightly in what could only be a scowl, and resentment and hatred radiated off him in waves.
Blackout frowned at this, but felt she understood. Being so small was never an easy thing in the Decepticon ranks, being a small jet was even harder.
-Small and pretty jet.- She took in his battle mask with inward approval. -Very nice. I'll have to do something about that attitude.-
* * *
Spinbreaker scowled up at the big black mech, showing none of the surprise he was feeling to learn that she was a femmebot. He'd been attracted by the antics of the two little jet-bots- jets smaller than himself!- and come over to look at them more closely, only to attract the attention of the massive armored behemoth who seemed to be their protector.
Now that protector was staring down at him with an expression he couldn't decipher. It was only his own pride and the knowledge of the anti-violence feild that kept him from snorting and retreating....
And then he cursed his pride as massive hands seized him, pinning his arms to his sides as he was lifted. Kicking and cursing availed him nothing, and he could feel the optics of the entire slagging bar focusing on him. If he could just get his claws free....
Her face loomed in front of his, and then her mouth touched his battlemask and Spinbreaker froze, stunned, as he found himself the recipient of a gently intense and very enjoyable kiss. It went on for several clicks, and then the big femme smiled down at him with approval.
"Nice," she murmured in her deep alto. "Very nice."
"...What?" he managed to gasp. "Why...? Who...!?"
"I am Blackout." She let go of one of his arms to gently rub his back, then dipped her head to kiss him again. "And you're too pretty not to kiss."
Spinbreaker honestly couldn't think of an argument to that, and after a few more clicks he couldn't really think of anything except incoherent glee.
Their commander snorted laughter, then hefted her cube of blue high grade and knocked it back as though it were sparklet mix. "Don't eat too many of those. You seem to be sufficiently charged."
Toyrt-Mow beeped a zealous, 'Hail, Blackout!', and she facepalmed and then turned and looked to her right as Mouse rumbled curiously behind her.
A red visor looked back from a small black mech with green accents, and Blackout perked with interest.
"What do you want?" she asked, her deep alto amiable enough.
The little mech's head lowered slightly in what could only be a scowl, and resentment and hatred radiated off him in waves.
Blackout frowned at this, but felt she understood. Being so small was never an easy thing in the Decepticon ranks, being a small jet was even harder.
-Small and pretty jet.- She took in his battle mask with inward approval. -Very nice. I'll have to do something about that attitude.-
* * *
Spinbreaker scowled up at the big black mech, showing none of the surprise he was feeling to learn that she was a femmebot. He'd been attracted by the antics of the two little jet-bots- jets smaller than himself!- and come over to look at them more closely, only to attract the attention of the massive armored behemoth who seemed to be their protector.
Now that protector was staring down at him with an expression he couldn't decipher. It was only his own pride and the knowledge of the anti-violence feild that kept him from snorting and retreating....
And then he cursed his pride as massive hands seized him, pinning his arms to his sides as he was lifted. Kicking and cursing availed him nothing, and he could feel the optics of the entire slagging bar focusing on him. If he could just get his claws free....
Her face loomed in front of his, and then her mouth touched his battlemask and Spinbreaker froze, stunned, as he found himself the recipient of a gently intense and very enjoyable kiss. It went on for several clicks, and then the big femme smiled down at him with approval.
"Nice," she murmured in her deep alto. "Very nice."
"...What?" he managed to gasp. "Why...? Who...!?"
"I am Blackout." She let go of one of his arms to gently rub his back, then dipped her head to kiss him again. "And you're too pretty not to kiss."
Spinbreaker honestly couldn't think of an argument to that, and after a few more clicks he couldn't really think of anything except incoherent glee.